He hoisted the child up to perch on his hip when the ground quaked again, and his eyes darted quickly about the cell for any way to escape.
"Shh," he urged the boy, without really looking at him, eyes still trained on his father. "...Please- I c- I need to be with Wicked. Don't do this. Just let me go. If you're right you'll never have to see me again. Let me get off. Let me find her."